I love the person that translated this

Going home to my parents, I take my 4.5 hours train ride in Paris just after work. For an almost 48 hours long weekend. Short but it's still time spent with my family, enjoying my mom's cooking, bitching when my dad is ranting and deiving the dog crazy! A guy sit next to me and I had to spend two fucking hours and a half battling for the only armrest in the middle! He backed down for a bit but came back with a vengeance. I told myself I wasn't going to back down because he was a fucking jerk about it, bumping again and again, pushing, sticking to me and I'm knitting ! I just need a small square of the fucking thing so I don't get cramps. But now two hours in, we stopped because there is technical problem on the line and I'll be stuck in this fucking train for a minimum of 1.5 hour more than I should have while they try to fix it! And I just couldn't take this fucker so I took my stuff and move further down the car because I'm already losing two hours I could have spent with my family due to that fucking train and they won't even compensate us more than 10€ discount (on a ticket that cost 70€) on the next ride I will never use because SNCF's private company IDTGV is a shit! And of all that, It feels like losing. Like I'm a weakling and I just want to hit this stupid man in his face! I want to march to him and say that he's an inconsiderate asshole and that if he had asked, I would have share for fuck sake! But I don't because I hate conflict and I'm still stuck in the train car with this asshole for three to four hours. I have more space now and I'm more isolated so I should feel better right ? So why am I feeling so furious I could cry? So why do I feel ashamed of myself to have switched places just to be more confortable? God I hate this day. I just want to go home!

and my english is so crappy right now